"No blood?"
Qian Fuhao said in amazement, "How is that possible?"
Ye Xiaofei chuckled and said, "The Gambling Saint is omnipotent." He then sealed off Qian Fuhao's blood vessels; as his hand moved and the blade fell, Qian Fuhao's left arm instantly hit the ground without a drop of blood being shed.
"Ah—."
A scream like that of a pig being slaughtered echoed from the private room. Ye Xiaofei snorted and said, "Now you've lost. Don't ever think about laying your hands on my wife again. If there's nothing else, take your men and roll out of Fuhao Gambling City."
Qian Fuhao was shocked that there was no blood flowing from his severed arm. Thinking it was a dream, but the intense pain was real, he cursed out loud, "Motherfucker, do you really think you can get out of here?"
Ye Xiaofei sneered coldly, suddenly opened the door of the private room, but the moment he stuck his head out, he was stunned.
